Not to go on. Back in the early seventies I heard of an old Still site off Skyline Drive. Lewis Mt to be exact. Revenuers had busted it up years before. A fella told me about where it was and after lots of hunting I found the site way atop the mountain looking down on Elkton. It was in a circle of huge rocks, still nothing grew in that circle. I found the rings in the ground where the mash barrels set and hunks of metal scattered in the woods with what looked like rusted ax holes. I found two old rotted log wired together which baffled me. Later on a front porch sippin I asked an old man that had worked the still as a boy about the logs. He looked at me with a twinkle and said, "Son you aint never heard of a lookout?" It then hit me, the logs had been up in the trees. When in operation they brought the shine out with pack mule. This old man as a boy helped drive the mules. It was a big one.
That was great. I love those old stories. Sat on many a porch up in the Holla sippin shine and listening to similiar.
ReplyDeleteNot to go on. Back in the early seventies I heard of an old Still site off Skyline Drive. Lewis Mt to be exact. Revenuers had busted it up years before. A fella told me about where it was and after lots of hunting I found the site way atop the mountain looking down on Elkton. It was in a circle of huge rocks, still nothing grew in that circle. I found the rings in the ground where the mash barrels set and hunks of metal scattered in the woods with what looked like rusted ax holes. I found two old rotted log wired together which baffled me. Later on a front porch sippin I asked an old man that had worked the still as a boy about the logs. He looked at me with a twinkle and said, "Son you aint never heard of a lookout?" It then hit me, the logs had been up in the trees. When in operation they brought the shine out with pack mule. This old man as a boy helped drive the mules. It was a big one.
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